I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"First of all, they are all the first graduates of Domoto School, and they are also classmates of Mr. Fuhe and your son Mr. Soma."

"And they all had a party and drank together before your son fell off a cliff and died."

"In addition, I retrieved the photos from my friend at the Metropolitan Police Department, and I immediately recognized that you were father and son. I inferred that your motive for committing all these crimes was to avenge your son, but you couldn't bear to kill the person your son cherished during his lifetime, Miss Akiba, so you repeatedly made small moves to prevent her from attending today's concert."

"Because you are sure that today's action will inevitably affect all irrelevant people present, and the easiest way to affect such a large area is to plant a bomb."

“But there is one thing I still don’t understand.”

Serabelle looked over the fence toward the stage below.

"Although you said your motive was to avenge your son, it seems that all the people who drank with your son at that time are now dead. Who are you targeting for your revenge today?"

"Needless to say, it's Domoto Issei of course."

Pu Hejiang's face was cold and crazy, and he stopped acting completely.

"I have worked with him for more than 30 years, and I have always been the one tuning his piano. I can almost say that we have been colleagues for life. But two years ago, he suddenly changed his career to play the organ, and asked me to be the principal of the Domoto Music Academy..."

"So you want to take revenge on him?"

Serabelle frowned, unable to understand the tactics, and leaned back.

"Tsk, it turns out that the son is abnormal, and the father is not much normal either."

Chapter 391 Did I give you face?

"What did you say?!"

When Pu and Jiang heard Serabelle mention her son, they instantly burst into anger again.

He can tolerate everything else except his own son!

However, Serabelle simply ignored the almost furious old tuner and continued speaking.

"It means exactly what it says. Your son was already 28 years old when he died, and he still didn't understand the principle of not drinking and driving. I'm curious, did he fail the theoretical test for his driver's license?"

He paused and shrugged.

"As for you... I've told you before, your son is a giant baby, and you're an old giant baby. Your son killed himself by drunk driving, and as a father, you actually have the nerve to retaliate against the other people who drank with you, and even killed your old colleague just because he changed his job... What, you can't tolerate the man who used to be your exclusive tuner switching to another tuner's arms?"

"Shut up! Don't say that about Xiao Guang!"

Pu Hejiang had no time to take care of himself and could only defend his deceased son at the top of his lungs.

His anger value is real, but this is also what puzzles Serabelle the most.

After all, according to the information that Inspector Megure retrieved from the police system, Hikaru Soma was born in a single-parent family and was raised by his unmarried mother. From childhood to adulthood, he has no memory of the existence of a father at all. Even until his mother, Ms. Soma, passed away, she never appeared in the family tree or Takumi.

To be honest, if Inspector Megure hadn't accidentally put the photos of Fuhe Takumi and Soma Hikaru together, Serabelle would not have realized that these two people might be father and son even if she racked her brains.

This is amazing.

You can say that he loves his son, but this single old man has never recognized his son since he was a child. He didn't dare to come forward to admit it until his son drove drunk and drove away with his car.

But if you say he doesn't love his son, he will be furious because of his son's death. Not only will he kill everyone who had drunk with his son that night, he will even lose his mind on the spot when he hears that someone is going to destroy his son's grave.

It's quite abstract in every sense.

Forget it.

Serabelle held her forehead with her hand and interrupted her attempt to understand the psychopath's thoughts, which was actually quite psychopathic.

He bent down and picked up a corner of the sack that had fallen to the ground, shook out all the plastic bombs inside and spread them on the ground in front of Pu and Jiang.

"Well, let the police tell you the rest. Anyway, all the bombs you installed have been defused, a total of twenty-three... Mr. Puhe, your plan has failed. It's about time you turn yourself in to the police."

"... Twenty-three?"

It was quite unexpected that Pu Hejiang, whose face had turned pale when he saw the sacks full of defused bombs, quickly calmed down after hearing this number, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corners of his wrinkled mouth.

"Young man, are you sure this is all?"

"determine."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Serabelle was very calm.

This is just like the math problems we learned in school. Often a very complicated function problem may end up with a very simple answer, either 1 or 2, or a number that is very common in the formula.

And if you end up with a very strange result, or even a long list of nonsense after the decimal point... then there is a high probability that you made a mistake in one of the steps in the calculation.

But the problem is that Serabelle has never been to school in his life, so he doesn't feel guilty at all when encountering this situation. Instead, he is very confident.

Even Pu and Jiang were stunned by his confidence for two or three seconds, and then shook their heads helplessly as if defeated.

"Confidence is indeed a good thing, but young man... I'm sorry that you made the wrong bet. Have you forgotten why I came here today?"

purpose?

Hearing this, Serabelle suddenly realized that something was wrong.

According to Puhejiang himself, he came here today to take revenge on Domoto Ichi who caused him to lose his job as a tuner. All the 23 bombs that have been dismantled so far came from the supporting pillars in the hall outside.

Theoretically, if these supporting columns were detonated, the opera house would collapse in an instant.

But it is not the case.

According to what was revealed at the dinner table yesterday at noon, when the opera house was first built, the design drawings did not specify the load-bearing components to be those supporting columns on the outside, but rather the entire performance hall located in the center.

The performance hall they have currently built is theoretically absolutely fireproof and soundproof. No matter how fierce the explosion outside is, as long as the performance hall is not directly blown up, it is absolutely safe inside.

If he wants to take revenge on Domoto Issei, that means... there is one last bomb in the performance hall?

Tsk.

Serabelle secretly smacked her lips inwardly.

So he spread his hands and tried to negotiate: "Okay, so where is the last bomb? Tell me and I'll defuse it."

As soon as these words came out, Pu and Jiang laughed out loud, covering their faces with their hands, as if they had heard some unprecedented joke.

"That's a nice joke, but did you think I was going to tell you?"

"Why not."

It was a rare occasion that Serabelle was able to persuade someone with both reason and emotion.

"Mr. Puhe, you tried every possible means to hurt Miss Qiu Ting before, wasn't it just to prevent her from performing in today's concert so as to avoid affecting her? Now Miss Qiu Ting is on the stage. If the last bomb is detonated, it will definitely affect her. Think about your unfortunate son who died in drunk driving. Aren't you willing to give up revenge for him?"

"Haha, if it was before then, then I certainly would."

Pu and Jiang laughed out loud.

"But there is no need for that now. Since she has already betrayed Xiaoguang, there is no need for me to cherish this old relationship anymore."

"……betray?"

Serabelle didn't quite understand this logic.

Pu Hejiang gritted his teeth and said, "Did you think I didn't see you two at noon today by the river behind the opera house..."

It was then.

Serabelle suddenly reacted.

But then again, at that time he was just asking Reiko Akiba to have dinner together. If even normal communication can be called "betrayal", are you also Eren Yeager?

Am I going to yell next and tell them not to do that and to at least wait ten years after my son dies?

"Well, I don't intend to make it too difficult for you."

Pu Hejiang suddenly let out a long sigh, put away all the negative emotions that were revealed, and returned to his usual appearance as the kind old grandfather.

He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, fumbled for a while, and pulled out a remote control with a round red button.

"Go ahead, go get Domoto for me. I'll confront him here."

Oh, well said.

But why do you want to confront him here? Aren't you going to get revenge on him? Wouldn't it be more impressive to confront him openly in public?

Is it because you know in your heart that performance art should be done in a subtle way?

Thinking of this, Serabelle sighed silently.

"It seems that I really gave you too much face."

After saying that, he suddenly turned 180 degrees on the spot and threw a high kick at Pu and Jiang in the face.

Chapter 392 Revenge? The Joker!

At the same time, the performance on the stage just ended the first measure.

As Domoto waved his hands and pressed the organ keys to draw out the lingering ending sound, countless warm applause broke out from the packed audience seats.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the former pianist and current organist stood up slowly from his seat, turned 180 degrees and bowed to both sides of the audience. He then slowly walked down the steps beside him to the stage below, stood in front of the microphone that Reiko Akiba had used when she sang before, and bowed again.

This time he waited until the applause had completely stopped before he stood up and stepped forward to speak into the microphone.

"Good evening, everyone. Welcome everyone to our theater today. I am Domoto Issei."

I'm so tired, so alone

"I believe everyone knows that today's performance is performed by me using the organ behind me, together with the famous talented singer Ms. Akiba Reiko, and Ms. Yamane Shion, an outstanding graduate of our Domoto Music Academy..."

It turned out to be the opening speech.

Since the performance officially started at three o'clock, Domoto started playing directly. I thought he was not going to have a complicated opening speech, but it turned out that he was going to put it here.

He first starts with a skillful performance to get the audience into the mood, then suddenly pauses when the atmosphere is almost created, and then continues to perform after the speech is over.

Although this description may not be very accurate, the general idea is to give people a sense of surprise that "a short separation is better than a new marriage".

But before Domoto could finish his speech, there was a sudden commotion in the audience seats he was facing.

Some of them even raised their hands in confusion and pointed to the side of the stage.

"that is……"

Ok?

Domoto was slightly stunned.

Although it is now the speech session and the middle of the concert, it is quite impolite to suddenly speak or do anything else at this time.

Besides, it would be fine if it happened somewhere else. Among the audiences watching ordinary commercial performances, there are always people who have no good manners but are keen on pretending to be cultured.

But you have to know that most of the people present today are famous musicians from all over the world. How is it possible that they don’t even know these rules?

This is impossible.

So Domoto turned his head and looked towards the side of the stage.

That was the entrance to the stage. An old man with white hair and a middle part and dressed in formal clothes walked up with his right hand raised in front of his chest. In his hand, he was holding a device that looked like a remote control.

At first glance, he seems quite elegant and easy-going, but he looks a little disheveled.

Not only were his clothes covered in dust, but even the glasses on his face had broken lenses and twisted frames, as if he had just been beaten up in an alley.

And there was a black-haired boy following behind him.

"Sera-kun?!"

Reiko Akiba did not look at Puhejiang, who had a strange look all over his body, but instead turned her gaze directly to Serabelle behind him.

Domoto also looked surprised.

"The score... it's time to play now, why are you here? And what are you holding in your hand..."

"Let me explain."

Serabelle took a step forward, put one hand in her pocket, and naturally took the microphone position under the spotlight.

"Mr. Domoto, Mr. Puhe said he really wanted to have a good talk with you on this occasion, and to that end he planted bombs all over the opera house. I discovered and dismantled most of them in time, but I still kept a small part... To be precise, there is still one that I haven't found, and it should be in this performance hall."